Confessional Pt.2

Oh God, all good,

Man was made in your image,

But she was made in mine,

Made to - be - mine.

Yet something so divine

May not be bought

Or owned,

Only worshipped.

The only god I kneel to

Is my Goddess,

The only prayer uttered

Is her name.

She is the sweet nectar

Of your creation;

Yet still, you wonder

Why I sin?